Outside The Cafe
By The Cracker Factory
You Were Practicing A Magic Trick..
And My Thoughts Got Rude..
As You Talked And Chewed
On The Last Of Your Pick And Mix..
Said You-Re Mistaken If You're Thinking
That I Haven't Been Caught
Cold Before
As You Bit Into Your Strawberry Lace..
And Then Offer Me Your Attention
In The Form Of A Gobstopper
Is All You Had Left
And It Was Going To Waste..
(Chorus)
Your Past-Times,
Consisted Of The Strange..
And Twisted And Deranged..
And I Love That Little Game
You Had Called Crying Lightning
And How You Like To Aggravate
The Ice-Cream Man
On Rainy Afternoons
The Next Time That I Caught
My Own Reflection
It Was On It's Way To Meet You
Thinking Of Excuses To Postpone..
You Never Look Like Yourself
From The Side
But Your Profile Could Not Hide
The Fact You Knew I Was Approaching
Your Throne..
With Folded Arms You Occupied
The Bench Like Toothache
Stood And Puffed Your Chest Out
Like You Never Lost A War..
And Though I Tried So Not
To Suffer The Indignity Of A Reaction
There Was No Cracks
To Grasp Or Gaps To Claw..
(Chorus)
And Your Past-Times,
Consisted Of The Strange
And Twisted And Deranged
And I Hate That Little Game
You Had Called.. Crying Lightning
And How You Like To Aggravate
The Icky Man On Rainy Afternoons
Uninviting..
But Not Half As Impossible
As Everyone Assumes..
You Are.. Crying Lightning..
(Chorus)
And Your Past-Times,
Consisted Of The Strange
And Twisted And Deranged
And I Hate That Little Game
You Had Called.. Crying Lightning..
Crying Lightning..
Crying Lightning..
Crying Lightning..
(Chorus)
Your Past-Times,
Consisted Of The Strange
And Twisted And Deranged
And I Hate That Little Game
You Had Called Crying..
